Seven Minutes in Heaven ✗ jimmy fallon

5. Hold Me in Your Embrace

I clicked furiously on my computer to flip to the next page of a book I was reading on my laptop while Jimmy was on his phone.

Jimmy turned his phone off. "Watcha doin'?" He hovered his body over my back, his limbs on either side of me. His face inched closer to my face. "Huh? Huh? Huh?"

His breath tickled, I craned my neck and giggled. "Reading."

"Watcha readin'?" Jimmy brought his face closer to mine again. "Huh? Huh? H-"

"BLOOD MERIDAN!" I shouted playfully, trying to get him to stop with the huh?s.

Jimmy started giving me neck kisses, his mussed hair tickling my face.

"Stopstopstopstopstoooop!" I squealed, craning my neck. "May I read please?"

"No," Jimmy continued with the neck kisses. Ah, yes. Like I needed more throbbing hickeys. I'm telling you right now: those things hurt like a bitch.

I kissed him on the lips to get him to stop.

When we let go, Jimmy asked: "When will your parents get back?"

"Um..." I checked the time on my computer. "They usually don't come home until, like, midnight. We have all day."

Jimmy smirked. I knew exactly why he asked from the beginning.

"Hey Jimmy, what if I told you..." I grinned from ear-to-ear. "No."

Jimmy's smile faded, as if he was a five-year-old that was just scolded.

I closed my computer, then kissed him. "I'm just kidding," I giggled. "I have a doctors appointment tomorrow; they're gonna ask me if I'm sexually active."

"At least people won't call you a pussy anymore," Jimmy and I laughed in unison. "Hope you got a half an hour on your hands." Jimmy laid me down on the bed, kissing my neck again.

"For now, it will be a half an hour. Soon enough, it's gonna be a minute and 52 seconds," I laughed.

"Not in my world," Jimmy said, unbuttoning my shirt. He ran his hands along my curves, sending chills up my spine. I shrugged my shirt all the way off, waiting for Jimmy to finish stripping me.

He unclipped my lacy black bra, throwing it across the room.

Jimmy quickened the pace, taking my pants off. He stripped, exposing his toned abs. He always calls himself doughy, but he is the complete opposite of doughy. His biceps flexed.

I kissed his chest, his head tilting back in pleasure. He grabbed my by the shoulders, laying me on my back. He grasped my wrists, holding them up so I couldn't control them, and showered me with kisses down my chest to my stomach. I let out a moan in pleasure.

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I woke up against the warmth of Jimmy's body, feeling his chest move up and down as he breathed.

I unwrapped my legs from his waist, slowly coming off of him so I didn't wake him up. I quietly stepped onto the floor, grimacing until I knew I was okay.

I looked out the window that was shining vague sunlight through. There weren't any cars in the driveway still, thank God.

I looked back over at Jimmy. He was tangled up in the sheets, sleeping peacefully. I noticed dark purplish-bluish hickeys all over his chest-they looked even worse than mine, which multiplied in amount.

Even though nobody was home, I looked both ways before I walked across the hall to the bathroom.

I turned the knob to the shower to almost utterly hot.